Giving Thanks: Recognizing a Helping Hand
I was only 17 years old when I came to the U.S. for the first time. It wasn’t just the first time I’d come here, but also the first time I was on a plane, the first time I left my country, and the first time I was so far away from everyone I loved. I landed in Fresno Air Terminal (since renamed to Fresno Yosemite International Airport) and was greeted by the couple that would be my host family for a time. Bob and Wilma Suderman were older, with grown children of their own, but they’d opened their...
Read More
Recent Comments